A slave gang? That's so cheap.
Or a battalion of elite soldiers? Or a satellite city?
Speculating.
Huba's expression was exaggerated, and he deliberately paused before shouting the rest of the words:
"Grass cake!"
"Just 1 straw cake! The beautiful saint in front of you is the plaything in your palm!"
"Hey, you can play whatever you want!"
"To be honest, Huba, I'm so excited!"
"And you can tell me that Her Royal Highness the Saint has just come of age this year~"
As the price of one straw cake was revealed, the entire auction suddenly fell into an ups and downs of bidding.
Chapter completed!